Praise

For some it seems that praise is like a loaded gun. Dangerous and or threatening. Youngest has been working on her GCSE choices and we went to talk things over with her teachers. Nothing but praise from them all, she is a high acheiver, well liked. She seemed to think though, that by doing well she is now expected to always do well and that in turn becomes pressure. My heart goes out to her. I wish she could see what we see in her, a gifted, delightful young woman, and that she could be comfortable about that. Her results are the icing on the cake. She is just blessed and it would be lovely if she could embrace that.